Yet to be Seen
Fields of misty green,
So peaceful and serene,
Filled with unfinished
dreams yet to be seen.
Majestic clouds,
Fluffy and white all
around,
Where children’s hopes
abound,
Yet many frown.
Like a clear blue stream,
With a hot summers steam,
Rising like a softly
spoken plea,
Just waiting for us all
to agree.
With the sight of a
rising sun,
The world’s seen as only
one,
A diamond in the rough,
To be polished by us.
Many beads of water,
All one until later,
When they run together,
To become a force that
matters.
A blue pearl in the
universe,
Where we run our course,
For better or for worse,
Why do we go for the
latter?
Instead of the first?
@Bradley S. Hartman
www.bradleyshartman.com